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Listen to Me Goku! Hands Off Freeza!
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Darkest Hour
It's been a long night waiting to sleep the day away, and it's been a long time coming along with me every step of the way. Oh, confinement: nothing scares me. Nothing thrills me. I've even fooled myself into believing that nothing ails me. This stagnant time is a breeding ground for regrets and wrongdoings, and resolutions take their time -- that's if they even come at all. But it doesn't seem to phase me how every scream I pretend not to hear echoes through me. Standing, complacently waiting, I try to tell myself my life is worth more than this. Seeking redemption through the echoes, I've listened and listened and still came up missing. I want to peel back this layer, bask in the overcast and see the beauty in life again. Can I really be the only one who sees this charade of a hollow escape: a palace of concrete and glass? "Keep waiting, keep waiting..." I tell myself to sleep when I dream myself awake. Yet I've been thinking I'll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living, controlling these demons and stopping sirens from screaming in my head. But to reflect is to regret throwing it all away. And apathy, my one way street, has taken so much from me. Separated by this divide I created through my fears, this is the end of a sickening tale.
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The Battle with Gravity! Catch Bubbles!
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Happy MLK Day!
Oh, that was yesterday? ...My bad.
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Ever Wondered About the Scar on My Face?
Have a seat... or... keep sitting or whatever. Anyway.
(It's not so long a read as it may seem.)
5:22pm Carys
...I've always wondered about the scar though, that's one of my favourite things to observe.
If I knew you? Personally? Whether we were close or distant, I'd definately stroke that (scar). Without permission.
5:24pm L
I would say no just to call it sexual harassment.
5:2pm Carys
Would you say yes if I decided to put on something a little more, hm, school girlish?
Anyway! How did you get that scar?! Tell me. 
And I'll tell you about the scar on my face, well, I was in the playground when I was 5 and two boys pushed me. And I split my lip open.
5:27pm L
Hmm, what novelty would their be if you knew, though?
5:27pm Carys
If I knew what?  I wish I did know, it bothers me, but not in a way that's irritating.
Curious.
Kitty is curious.
5:30pm L
Which deem you most probable:
-Goat
-Cat
-Iguana
-Wolf
-Angry girl
5:32pm Carys
A cat got my face once.
5:32pm L
-Rabbit/bunny
-Barbed wire fence
-Falling down stairs
-Eating utensil
-or...some form of 'discipline'
Choose one.
5:33pm Carys
I want to get it right.. Yet, I'm naive, so let's have a go at this;
It's not an animal.
I'd say, barbed wire.
I'm not sure why, I think it looks like an old wound, but not really that old.
So... barbed wire. When you were about, 9?
Ah dear. How wrong am I?
5:36pm L
Hm
Well lets see... It was none of the above!
5:37pm Carys
... That's worse than finding no milk in the fridge...
eeep! tell me tell me tell me tell meeeee!!!
5:40pm L
Alright... I guess so. I was actually in a valiant struggle against an emo kid. During the struggle he said something so depressing I had no other choice but to cut myself... or at least I thought so. Then something just snapped -- something inside of me. “No! No more! That’s it! I don’t care!” I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care about being better than Kakarott. I didn’t care about being a Super Saiyan. I didn’t care if I lived! I didn’t care about anything... and then, IT happened. Yes, that’s how it happened. That’s how I became a Super Saiya-jin Emo. (How I got my blonde hair.) The sleeper had awakened. I was the prince of all Saiyans once again!
5:42pm Carys
.. Saiyans? I wish I could do my little noise right now, but, I can't.
Did you really cut yourself?
5:44pm L
No, I actually decided to continue my training in the solitude of space where I would be unhindered by the distractions of the Earth... and when a violent electrical storm erupted in the skies of the planet I was on, I welcomed it. It seemed fitting -- like it was an outward manifestation of the storm that was raging inside of me. Then the meteors started coming down, but I was determined to survive and to protect my face from destruction. It was my only way out; my only way off that nightmarish heap of rubble. I thought I had everything under control but then the mother of all meteors seemed to appear out of nowhere to scar my face... and my life.
5:44pm Carys
hmm... this isn't right...
You're a very guarded person.
5:45pm L
Well, I'll tell you...
It was a rabbit.
5:46pm Carys
Do you swear?
On, hm, my life. 
5:46pm L
I was torturing a rabbit in an old milk-crate -- pushing him up the side of a wall whilst in that little box. I took him out of it to hug him, and he cut my face open
5:48pm Carys
Is that true!?
I bet you hate Rabbit's... Jesus.
5:51pm L
Nah. I like them. They are snuggly.
Much like Jews.
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The End.
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Endless Waltz
Watched some Gundam Wing yesterday.
Need to watch Mobile Suit Gundam 00: Season 2 while I'm thinking about it.
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